Ahmad Jamal - Volume IV
Released 1958
Recording and Session Information
September 5/6 1958, Spotlight Club, Washington D.C.Ahmad Jamal, piano; Israel Crosby, bass; Vernel Fournier, drums
9023 Ahmad's Blues
9024 It Could Happen To You
9025/9040 I Wish I Knew
9026 Autumn Leaves
9027 Stompin' at the Savoy
9028 Love for Sale
9029 Cheek to Cheek
9030 The Girl Next Door
9031 Secret Love
9032 Squatty Roo
9033 Tater Pie
9034 Taboo
9035 Autumn in New York
9036 Too Late Now
9037 A Gal in Calico
9038 That's All
9039 Should I
9041 This Can't be Love
9042 I Didn't Know What Time It Was
9043 The Night Has a Thousand Eyes
9044 Seleritus
9045 So Beats My Heart For You
9046 Pavanne
9047 Ivy
9048 Let's Fall in Love
9049 My Funny Valentine
9050 Old Devil Moon
9051 Aki and Ukthay [Brother and sister]
9052 Our Delight
9053 You Don't Know What Love is
Track Listing
Taboo | E. Lecouna | September 5/6 1958 |
Should I | Herb Brown, Arthur Freed | September 5/6 1958 |
Stompin At The Savoy | Sampson, Webb, Goodman, Razaf | September 5/6 1958 |
The Girl Next Door | Island, Martin, Leo Feist | September 5/6 1958 |
I Wish I Knew | Gordon, Warren | September 5/6 1958 |
Cheek To Cheek | Irving Berlin | September 5/6 1958 |
Autumn In New York | Vernon Duke | September 5/6 1958 |
Secret Love | S. Fein, P. Webster | September 5/6 1958 |
Squatty Roo | Johnny Hodges | September 5/6 1958 |
That's All | Brandt, Haymas | September 5/6 1958 |
Liner Notes
You can skip this and start listening to the music. At that, you're one up on me, because as I write this the advance tapes haven't arrived yet...you know, the tapes of the music on this LP, that I'm supposed to listen to so I can write about it? It's all right, though. I was at the Spotlite when this session happened, so I can write Authoritative.
And so, if you're the kind of listener who can't enjoy the music until you've read the liner-notes, go ahead, but they're mostly personal opinions.
For example: an opinion by John Hammond, whose early enthusiasms for young unknown Benny Goodman, Bill Basie, and Charlie Christian did no harm to them nor to jazz. I'm always happy when I don't have to fight with John.
"Ahmad," John said on the phone, "is vastly talented. He has a fabulous technique, which he doesn't use very often. His economy — but alas, not his taste — is comparable to Basie's. (His taste gets pretty fancy sometimes.)
"And Ahmad's trio is not just Ahmad, not all piano like Erroll Garner. It's a trio. Ahmad gives the load to Israel Crosby and Vernell Fournier, and the combination of Crosby and Fournier is about the most propulsive thing in the rhythm field today. I think Vernell Fournier is just about the best drummer, outside of Jo Jones and one or two others. I first heard Vernell about seven years ago with Buster Bennett's group.
"In fact, I think Ahmad's trio didn't catch on then because he didn't use drums. He had a wonderful guitar-player in Ray Crawford. But it was too quiet. Not enough excitement for people."
There you are, Ahmad. Praise, with faint damns.
I also asked the opinion of a young lady in my office:
Q: Do you like Ahmad Jamal?
A: Oh, yes!
Q: Why?
A: He's terrific!
Q: But, why?
A: I, like the way he plays piano!
Q: Well of course. He's a piano-player.
A: No, I mean I like what he does 'way up at the right end of the piano-keys. And he looks so serious about what he's playing. I mean, he doesn't jump around and act silly about what he's doing.
Maybe the young lady and John Hammond triangulate another reason for Ahmad's fantastic new popularity, and that would be the present success of the Modern Jazz Quartet. John Lewis also looks serious about his music. And the lighter touch is there. The underplaying of Jimmy Giuffre, the understating of Miles Davis — these, with the MJQ, are a big part of today's scene; and today's audiences may be readier than they were for the Jamal subtleties. Billy Taylor's Latin excursions (Cu-Blue, etc.) may have built some response for Ahmad's Poinciana and New Rhumba. Glenn Miller proved dynamics commercial, and Erroll Garner has made it partly this way; and dynamics are an essence of the Jamal style. The Trio builds riffs, too, as the Basie band does. Finally, the "exotic" Ahmad Jamal name may or may not fascinate.
I'm not saying Ahmad's fans go through all this sloppy analyzing. They just know they like him. And they're mostly young people...which is good, because jazz and its origins are for and from young people.
We like what we like of today's music because of what we first heard and liked. I like a good big band better than almost anything, because I got to hearing records back when Charlie Barnet's Cherokee was the big new thing. (This makes me a fogey to some, an upstart to others.) Yes, those Bluebirds of the late 1930s and early '40s, the Barnets, and the black-label 10-inch Victors on which I found Mr. Barnet's prime source in Duke Ellington, they sound great to me today, too. I read Down Beat back then (still do, of course), and I was ready to hate Glenn Miller with George Frazier and to refuse to like Tommy Dorsey along with the record-store proprietor who bragged he didn't stock Dorsey discs; because, until I formed my own personal prejudices, well, you see, I had to rely on the prejudices of others.
This is why I don't seem able to write anything, these notes included, except first-person opinion. I simply can't state anything as a "law", a rule...
Because it only makes sense to me!
We were taught to hate Harry James, too, for his 'nagging" trumpet, and Guy Lombardo, for being Guy Lombardo ( but we weren't prepared to hear defenses of Lombardo, later, from Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong). Today, we of the slightly avant-garde are told to hate Elvis Presley (or Chuck Berry at Newport).
But once I sat in a bar here in Washington, to sit and read and juice a little by myself. I hadn't shaved, that was it, So I knew I wouldn't run into anyone I knew there, or rather anyone who knew me. These little hideaways exact their penalties via jukebox. I found myself tapping my feet to the sinister beat. This guy was singing while I was trying to read, and I liked his singing, but I didn't know who it was, so I looked at the panel on the jukebox, and it was old You Know Who. Elvis.
The Spotlite in Washington, D. C. (a different place) brings in the biggest names in jazz, regularly and often. And the Ahmad Jamal Trio broke the house record. You can hear it, when you listen to this LP. As Toscanini could swing The Stars and Stripes Forever, as Mulligan could stand in and swing a Salvation Army band, as Louis can swing a single note, as Basie can swing in any tempo, as Ravi Shankar and Chatur Lal can build their ancient ragas into frenzies Ravel only dreamed at, as Ray Charles can make jazz musicians rush around from backstage to sit out front and rock to his blues, as African kids can set us to swaying with their repetitious pennywhistles, as a backwoods fiddler can swing us with a hoedown, as Bach can fly us across the room — so did a newer, younger generation of Jazz fans turn out enthusiastically and in greater numbers than for any other attraction ever to play the Spotlite.
They hadn't been told Ahmad was "good" for this reason or "bad" for that one, and perhaps there are small blessings when Johnny Doesn't Read. But they didn't howl, jump, cut leather, or do the fish, either. No, they sat quietly and listened like ladies and gentlemen, and at the end of each number they roared their applause.
What's my opinion of Ahmad's music? Well, the very first time Ahmad ever played Washington was when I asked him to come here, seven or eight years ago, for one of my Howard Theater midnight concerts.
The centripetalists in the jazz audience may froth some, but my definition of jazz goes like this: Jazz is what you go to listen to when you want to go hear some jazz. I go to listen to, among others, Ahmad Jamal.
See? You could have been listening to the record all this time.
WILLIS CONOVER
Willis Conover conducts Programs of American music daily for the largest audience in world, on the Voice of America. In 1958 he was awarded both Down Beat's Spokesman of the Year and 'Metronome's Special Award of the Year.